They say every cloud has a silver lining, but does it?
Sometimes my life feels like a broken record
The same things being said over and over and over
Like it had scratched as much as a mosquito bite
I wish I knew how to fly a kite
To get it to such a high height
But I can’t
I’ve never flown one before
Kites are free to fly through the sky
Why aren’t I?
Because I’m not a kite
I’m a human
One that feels like a rebel without a cause
But maybe that’s just because I’m me
And I’m only human.